LOGINAria’s POV
Just when I thought I was about to come undone, Mason stopped.
His hands clamped down on my hips, grounding me. He leaned over, his bare chest pressing against my back, and kissed the nape of my neck. The heat of his breath and the slow drag of his lips sent shivers racing down my spine.
“Listen,” he whispered with a husky voice. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand. And even after they’re gone… I won’t stop. So you better keep your voice down. Understood?”
Gods.
The threat in his voice, the promise—it made my thighs quiver. I could barely breathe. My ar
Aria’s POVThe door swung open so abruptly that both Sam and I froze mid-bite, our hamburgers hovering inches from our mouths. The sound alone, sharp, almost violent, cut through the relaxed ambiance of the room like a blade.Mason entered first, his aura still bristling, followed closely by Jacob. They were clearly in the middle of an argument, their voices low but charged, the kind of tension that didn’t need shouting to be felt. Alisher and Julian came in right behind them, deep in discussion themselves, brows furrowed as if the same problem had simply followed them from one room to another.For a few seconds, none of them noticed us.They were too wrapped up in whatever storm they had just walked out
Aria’s POVAfter the speech ended, I barely had time to take a breath before the room filled with excited energy.The students were buzzing with excitement, voices overlapping, hands already lifting into the air, eyes bright with curiosity. Their teachers exchanged glances before one of them approached Sam and politely requested a short question-and-answer session. Only a handful of students would join, they said, while the others were free to roam the museum and explore the exhibits.Sam prepared a small adjoining room nearby. It was cozy and intentionally informal, low sofas arranged in a circle, colorful bean bags scattered across the floor, a setting that felt less like an interrogation and more like a conversation.
Aria’s POVI found Sam exactly where Mason said she would be, curled comfortably on one of the long charcoal sofas in the waiting area of the Chairman’s floor, her posture relaxed in a way that told me she had already claimed the space as familiar territory.Alisher sat across from her, deep in a low-voiced conversation with Jacob and Julian, their heads bent slightly together like wolves instinctively closing ranks before a coming storm.The moment Mason and I stepped out of his office suite, all four of them looked up.Mason’s hand slid to the small of my back, warm and grounding, his presence steadying me even before I realized my shoulders had tensed. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the crown o
Aria’s POVMason did not let me go.Not right away.Not even when the haze slowly lifted, and my breathing steadied, when the world began to make sense again, and the sharp edges of pleasure softened into something warmer, heavier, almost sacred.He kept me close, his arms firm around me as if letting go might somehow unravel everything we had just shared.We didn’t make it very far before he pulled me with him into the private bathroom of his suite, an extension of his office, polished marble and muted lighting, the kind of place built for someone who rarely stopped working and even more rarely rested.
Aria’s POVI was already fraying, already hanging by a single thread of restraint, when Mason suddenly stopped.The loss of movement was almost cruel. My body tensed instinctively, breath stuttering as I looked at him, confusion flickering through the haze of pleasure—but before I could form a single thought, his mouth was on mine again.He kissed me like the world was ending.Not slow. Not gentle. It was urgent, consuming, as if there would be no tomorrow, and he intended to burn this moment into my bones. His hand cradled the back of my head, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak even while I was already laid bare beneath him.
Aria’s POVMason reached for the intercom on his desk, his expression already darkening with intent as if he had made a decision he had no plans of undoing.“Cancel everything on my schedule this afternoon,” he said calmly, professionally—far too calmly for a man whose tie I was already loosening with my fingers. “I’ll be briefing our new Luna on her responsibilities within the Federation and the Pack.”“Understood, Chairman,” his secretary replied without hesitation before the line went dead.I laughed softly, the sound light and playful, as I slipped his tie free and let it fall onto the desk. “Oh?” I asked in a deliberately innocent tone, my finger







